April 15th, 2013 |
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When you hear to words, “Graveyards,” what thoughts come up for you?

Depending on your current employment, you might have a different thought process than someone else does, or maybe not.

Graveyard! Let’s pause for a second there. What a term! Whoever came up with the nickname, “graveyards” for the night shift hours, should have copyrighted that. It’s like death for employees. In most jobs, it’s considered the crap shift…the one nobody wants. The only time I though graveyards were fun was in my adolescent years, because the boss wasn’t there and I could do whatever I wanted!

On with my point, here’s a little story about the graveyard shift that nearly killed me. Seriously.

The graveyard job that almost killed me!

I remember my first experience, or I should say, my first attempt at working a graveyard shift. The job was a 45 minute drive from the town I lived in. I was fresh out of high school and was saving money to serve an LDS mission. The job was a fuel clerk position at a truck stop in a small town named Road Forks, off the I-10 in New Mexico. Surrounded by cigarette smoke and weird looking people, I completed my first day on the job. Pushing buttons, printing receipts, filing records, easy stuff!

On my trip home, I dozed off and woke up to find myself going 50 MPH with my left tires off the left side of the road. I jerked the wheel (NOT the right thing to do, but I was a bit startled after realizing where I was), sending myself skidding sideways across the highway, well, it was more diagonal than sideways, with the rear of my car leading the charge. When my front tires hit the shoulder of the road on the opposite side, my front end swung back around, and I skidded to a stop just inches from a mile marker sign.

Needless to say, I was VERY wide awake for the remaining 7 miles of my trip home.

When I arrived home, I called into work and quit. No more graveyards for this dude!

Later that week, my Dad asked me why the car was wobbling like all the tires had bald spots on them. And as any idiot teenager would do, I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Huh? I have no idea!”

I actually didn’t tell him what had really happened until last year!

Fact of the matter is, graveyards are horrible. Heck, any work schedule other than one chosen by you, is horrible.

So here’s my proposal…

No matter what your circumstance, job situation, chance for advancement or current income, there is a much easier way. I have been working from home for nearly a decade, and as a result, choose my own work schedule. There are times that I do pull a “partial” graveyard shift, but only if I choose to.

Take a look at the opportunity I have here for you. It’s affordable for anyone and can provide you with a lifestyle very, very few people currently enjoy.

Fill in your email address into the contact form below this post and you’ll learn how to get yourself out of that job, and into a lucrative vehicle that can provide you with the freedom you seek.